𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐿𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑀𝑜𝑜𝑛 [𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝐹𝑜𝑢𝑟]
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The witch wakes up, slightly disoriented as she reaches for the glass of water on the bedside cabinet. She misses. Her hand reached lower than what it should have and it takes her a moment to realise that the cabinet is taller than hers.
There is a bark, Aurora, followed by another, deeper... she places her hand to her forehead and moves towards the door. Luna doesn't recognise where she is and this has her feeling on edge.
"Spartan, stop it." A deep voice practically growls while there's a soft click of the tongue coming from another person. "Ah, thanks, kitten."
"Our guest is awake." A feminine voice speaks as Luna rounds the corner and notices the two people in the living room. Chris and Irene. Aurora and Irene's dog, Spartan, are on the ground, the German Shepard sulking from being told off while the Pitbull rushes to her side. "She was quite worried about you, darling but Chris wanted to make sure that you slept uninterrupted."
Luna smiles, bending over to pet her dog while her eyes look around the space and land on Maia. "You brought Maia too?"
Chris stands up, heading over to Luna and takes a moment to check her over before he says anything. He checks her face, her eyes, making sure she's not injured in any way before heading to the kitchen to grab her a plate of food that Irene had cooked up earlier. "They were worried." He says before placing the plate down at the table and Luna walks over to sit down. "They didn't want to leave your side and I didn't want to have to drive back out there if I didn't have to."
She giggles softly at her best friend's grumpiness and nods, "thank you." Nothing more is said as Luna eats, the couple carrying on with their morning routine as if they don't have a guest in the house.
It doesn't take long for Chris to lean back on the couch and start questioning the witch about what's going on.
"It's getting bad, huh?" He doesn't really need an answer, he can feel it himself and Luna can tell by looking at him that there's something different. "The crystals, they aren't helping as much."
"He's getting more vulnerable to magic as the days pass," Irene clarifies and Luna makes a noise of understanding.
The witches have all been feeling more exhausted as time goes by and none feel it worse than the witch of the moon. She doesn't really recall calling Chris last night to have him coming around, all she was trying to do is get ready for when the spell was going to be cast and the next thing she knew - she was on the ground. "Accessing my magic is getting dangerous. Magic uses energy, we usually draw energy from the elements, the plants and crystals we use but every which has an affinity that enhances their magic. Something they are drawn to... draw from. Without the moon's energy, my own is depleting."
It's embarrassing really. Witches who draw from natural elements are strong but Luna? She was deemed one of the strongest because the moon allowed her to access all sorts of celestial magic. Without it, she's weak, vulnerable and her body cannot handle the magic required to cast the spell.
"I need to rest and recover. The more energy I can conserve, the better." She tries to reassure them but Chris doesn't look convinced, not one bit, but he doesn't say anything.
Simply nodding, he stands up and grabs the bag he had haphazardly packed with her stuff; grimoires, books and clothes all shoved into the bag because he grabbed the first things he saw and what she seemed to be needing. "You'll be staying here until you're feeling better. If shit gets worse..." He shakes his head, "you're staying here."
Knowing better than to argue with him, Luna grabs her stuff before hugging the wolf and heading to set up at the table. She might not be able to perform magic right now but she can get everything else ready for the spell. There are other witches that can help if she needs them too but the biggest part is to get all the ingredients and preparing the spell.
There's a lot riding on this spell, a lot of pressure that comes with making sure that they can locate the magic that is being used to keep the Moon Goddess on Earth. There are lives relying on her to make sure they can restore balance. There are people she cares about at risk of being hurt beyond repair if they can't.
Opening up her spell book and spreading the grimoires Chris had grabbed around her, the witch gets to work.
"Do you think you can get some blood from the son of the Moon Goddess?" She asks, looking at Chris, "when everyone returns, his blood will be super helpful in locating his mother."
And keeping her from passing out during the spell casting.
Chris knocks on the door, the small house looking so peaceful in its quiet neighbourhood as opposed to the chaos happening in the pack house. He had a few wolves collapse the day before, unable to get out of bed today and he needed to check on her to make sure she was okay.
He didn't even realise that he wasn't.
Maybe he used too much of his energy running here, maybe he shouldn't have ignored the advice given to him by the witches. He thought he could handle it, that his body is strong enough but when Shuhua opens the door, the poor woman is greeted with a large wolf passing out.
